The woman mentioned that she had her bags. Nora looked up in confusion, having momentarily forgotten she had had suitcases. "My bags?" Almost immediately after saying this she realized what the woman was talking about. And then she remembered what the bags were for, what she was in London for. Oh God, how long had she been out? How long had it been since the street corner? Was in late afternoon, was the wedding supposed to have happened by now? Was her family freaking out? Nora looked up to see the woman thumbing towards the magic box thing. She tried to look inside of it, at what was making the light, but the door was only cracked open and she couldn't see anything inside of it.

She looked back up at the woman when she asked if she was alright and Nora genuinely did not know. "Um, I think so?" she managed to say and she climbed to her feet, leaving back against the door as she did so. She gave the box another meaningful look before focusing on the woman again. "I think I'll be better when you get me out of here. Can you get me out of here?" Nora stepped away from the door and closer to the woman, her apparent rescuer. And the strange box that had just appeared out of no where. "How did you find me?" she asked her, trying to maintain a calm tone, "And who are you, anyway? I met you on the street before, but we didn't really get a chance to...what is that box thing?" That seemed to be the question she really wanted to ask and Nora kept looking over at it nervously. She also wanted to get the hell out of here before any of those people from outside came back.